Mouse 5, Cat 1

I've made it through a week of commuting and riding. I've also managed to play a good game of cat and mouse with the incessant rain that keeps hitting the Twin Cities. I've ridden on days that seemed like it would rain but it didn't, and on the one day I stayed off the bike it rained all day. Today, I flirted with the edges of every thunderhead that rolled into town. When riding to Max's school, I skirted the southern edge of a storm rolling in, then turned left and missed the eastern edge of another. I then rode down Minnehaha Parkway, right between rain coming down to the south and to the north of me.

That's not to say the cat didn't score some style points. I didn't get soaked by rain but did ride through puddles and over rain-soaked streets. Without fenders on my bike, I arrived at Max's school with a nicely defined rain and grease streak down the middle of my back, up my neck, and onto my helmet. I'm not sure if there's a name for the obvious splatter pattern of rain bikers, but to me it's like having toilet paper stuck to your shoe as you come out of the bathroom.